there you are
sleeping in my mind again
second-guessing your presence
still hurts every now and then

a long-term visitor
overstaying your welcome
my heart was your home
now that feeling is seldom

the blame is on me
it's my fault in the end
there's no disguising that
i'm the one who invited you in

Sometimes
A piece of art
A rhythmic beat
Or a string of words
Comes along
To connect you
To your own thoughts
An indescribable feeling  
Now pinpointed on the map of emotion

every time
i see a blue
pick-up truck
i flinch
even though
i know
you don't drive
one anymore

there have
always
been oceans
between
us
even as we
lie
in the crevice
of
each other’s
arms

the moon
&
the ocean
remind us
that the things we know
will never
come close
to surpassing the things
that we don’t

i want to write
but the words aren't coming

i'm feeling trapped
by my mind's inability
to translate my emotions
to letters with meaning

i write to understand
why i feel the way i do
i am the doctor
of my own thoughts

but if i cannot write
then i cannot understand
& if i cannot understand
then i cannot diagnose

so here i sit
with the same confusion
i began with

some words written before me
as useless as they come
accomplishing nothing
begging for everything

you weave
my words
into a noose
around your neck

i watch
from below
as you take
your last step